Verão a noite

by T.P. Wilkinson / September 16th, 2018

Night
has fallen
like ripe figs
here no wasps
among the twigs
no bite
no pain
in cooling air
only autumn leaves
in late summer’s care
here to the trees
they still cling
since autumn breezes
have yet to sing
where schools
and fish to swarm
begin
sweet melody
in symphony
beats
within

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, September 16th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.